Micro Tags!

[elementalherodragonlord]

The Micro Tag Challenge

Rules 1. Post your characters, same as usual. 2. Sentence limit is either 3 or 5. 3. Thread starter chooses sentence count. 4. Tags must be exactly that length, no more no less. 5. Semi-colons, dashes, and ellipses are your friends. 6. Get creative! 7. Have fun and good luck!

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[insuffera6le]

[Kankri squints at him.]

I would say this is bold of you but what isn't bold of you, and how could I be surprised that your follow-up to accusing me of rising to a fake challenge would be to present me with a real challenge in which you take my words out of context and use them for the basis of potential humiliation should I fail--which I won't--to summarize what I might have just forgotten all of what I said--which I didn't--putting you on the edge of being sadistic and ableist or, simply put, on the verge of being just an asshole, not to be too rude or blunt with my language.

[He takes the phone, neutrally smug somehow, but then struggles for a solid five minutes or so, typing and typing quickly, backspacing, clicking around his paragraph and backspacing, typing some more, overall doing this whole dance across Dirk's phone screen. Finally he stops, but he doesn't hand the phone over; if anything, he holds it closer as he looks back at Dirk.]

I admit, I'm finding this challenge difficult, hard as it may be to come to terms with despite my previous claims otherwise, which thus proves that a character limit is too constrictive in the first place, but as agreed I'll manage this.

[hesthedj]

[Dirk has to try very hard not to smirk at Kankri wandering around, lost in a sea of words, in his attempt to call him an asshole. God, why does he like this little fucker so much?]

Go ahead, then, prove me wrong.

[By the time Kankri admits-- well, not defeat, but difficulty, Dirk has given up and is almost outright grinning.]

Hubris, sweetheart.

[insuffera6le]

[There's definitely a red-ish flush to his cheeks that there's no use even dreaming of repressing. Between Dirk's face and his words Kankri's composure is weakening.]

[Kankri keeps trying, furrowing his brows together, until he stills. The he abruptly hands back the phone, face scrunched up and his blush reaching the tips of his pointed ears; oh he hates this.]

I request that you allow me more time to prepare this summarization since this was short notice and to expect me to perform under the pressure of needing to return your phone to you in a reasonable timeframe could cause me anxiety if that was something I experienced--which is another ableist point against you today--especially considering that in a real situation in which Twitter's character count was 560 characters I would have the time to myself to construct the exact tweet I would want without feeling as if I'm being monitored or watched by someone sitting in my bedroom telling me to prove him wrong--or, in the theoretical situation, them, but since I'm specifically referring to you I'll continue using your preferred pronouns--which, I might add, this observant role goes back to problematic behavior of humiliation of your peers as you hold the advantage in the power imbalance of the situation--if I was able to do it then nothing would change for you, but since I wasn't able to do it I'm now humiliated--even though I'm in the right--and now you have something to hold over me if that was something you were going to do, which, as I've explained, would be a dick move.

[hesthedj]

[Oh, there we go-- a flustered Kankri is the best kind of Kankri, all the better if Dirk gets to cause it himself. He rolls his desk chair closer, until they gently collide with a plastic clunk.]

So, what you're saying is that you could do it if I wasn't making you nervous?

[They're close enough now that Dirk can reach out and drape his arm over the back of Kankri's chair, at just the right angle to line his hand up with one of his horns. He gives it a stroke with his thumb, testing the waters to see if he can get him to purr.]

[insuffera6le]

[Kankri's always more alert the closer Dirk gets to him. He watches him in the instant he knocks against him, frowns at the collision, considers complaining about it in the same thread as his response, but oh. Kankri, instead, sighs, relaxed, out of his control as if Dirk has scratched a long neglected itch out of his reach that just happened to have been irritated all day by his most wooly sweater.]

[Then that flush roars back and he mashes his lips together as he whips his head to look at Dirk, narrowing his eyes at him. Purring may come from the throat and not from any opening between his teeth but his body language says it all: push him a little more and it's the end for his resolve.]

[hesthedj]

[Kankri isn't hard to read to begin with, too caught up in constructing a front that he never notices he's failed to make sure you can't just peer around the sides of it, but the blush gives him away spectacularly. Dirk smirks, slow and smug.]

Or maybe nervous isn't the right word.

[And there's that push, in the form of a firm thumb rubbing a circle against his horn.]

You're cute when you're pissy, but you're cuter when you're happy.